ST100: Nine Lives by Kaia Gallagher

It was dark on the night I should have died. Sleepy and thoughtless, I drove down a winding country lane, not slowing for the tortured, twisted one-lane bridge ahead. My headlight beams hypnotically picked up dusty bits of gravel and grit, and then filled with the shape of a looming, white tomcat who lurched in front of the car, reaching for moths. A thud and I slowed my car to a stop, suddenly seeing the drunken headlights of an oncoming car straddling the one-lane bridge, as the cat who gave me one of his nine lives disappeared into the underbrush.